Say Something... Please

His eyes had failed him today. Marshal had not been on Asla’s tail, perhaps assuming Naiche had some megure amount of common sense. Enough not to take his daughter hunting something ten times out of her weight class. He was, however, informed when she was found stumbling around the territory in Azure’s grip, and into Meadow’s arms injured.

He approached quietly, his concern greater than his anger… at least for the moment. He had been slowly and steadily training Asla in how to take on predators, but he would not have called her ready to take on anything overly large, and the scent of the lion about her made her ‘prey’ abundantly obvious.

He had, unbeknownst to him, beaten Meadow’s bird here. “You can tell him yourself” he said dryly to Asla’s words. His eyes however moved to Meadows, in an attempt to gouge her thoughts on his daughters injuries.